Ray chuckled before his face fell into a deadpan. “Wait, daughter? We’re having a girl?” His face filled with adoration and love, holding Amelia’s face in his hands as he kissed her deeply. “Oh my God,” he breathed, a hand falling from her face to rest on her baby bump.

Ray looked to the deserts and laughed. “Maaaybe,” he drawled. “You know me so well. But hey, there’s fruit. That’s not desert, that’s fruit!”